╭⋆⋰☆⋱⋆⋰⍣⋱⋆⋰☆⋱⋆╮ ❛ PRAYERS ❜ S 02 ; E 03 ╰⋆⋰☆⋱⋆⋰⍣⋱⋆⋰☆⋱⋆╯
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Chris came back the next morning. It was great having him around again, but our search for evidence wasn't exactly going anywhere. It had been a week since we'd turned in the gun and Shoupe still hadn't said anything. As far as we knew, the bastard hadn't even checked who it was registered to. So, we continued with school and regular life again while we waited for something, anything.
That something came in the middle of Mr. Sunn's promised test.
I had finished fifteen minutes after the man had passed out the test and resorted to doodling again on the bottom and margins of the handout, much like every other worksheet I had been handed so far this year. Pope and Kiara were still working diligently, and JJ was turning either his test or a piece of scratch paper into a Paper airplane, but about halfway through the class period, another man in a suit came into the classroom, catching my attention.
"Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?" He asked, not quietly.
"We're in the middle of a test," Our teacher responded.
"I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation."
Those five words were enough for Kiara and JJ to raise their heads.
"Mr. Heyward, it's for you." Mr. Sunn said, hiding a smile. Pope was quick to stand and follow the man out into the hallway.
Kie whipped her head around to where JJ and I were, eyes wide. "The scholarship," She mouthed.
"I know," I mouthed back, smiling.
Pope was outside for all of a minute before he nearly speed-walked into the room, eyes wide.
"Okay, what was that?" Kie questioned, just loud enough for J and I to hear.
Pope held up an envelope with a gold wax seal on the back. On the wax seal was a familiar image.
"Is that the wheat symbol?" The girl behind him asked.
"Yeah."
"No way," I said quietly.
"What the f—" JJ started, louder than he most likely anticipated. "Fu... fu... fudge..."
I snorted as my friends turned back to their work, the prospect of a new clue on the horizon.
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We were in the library by next period, our bodies passing through the front doors just as the bell rang. I wasn't paying much attention as I rounded the corner, my fingers typing rapidly as I texted Chris.
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some guy gave pope a letter with the wheat symbol on it we're about to open it
